Did animals just come carnivorous?
Or was there something broken
in the ecosystem by us, the touchers of things?
My kids go through my make-up and make complete messes of
themselves.
Is that how God feels?
Are we the Stuff Smashers of God?
Well, at least he thinks we’re cute.
In fact, we are more esteemed than the
stars.
But, back to animals eating animals.
That just seems strange to me that a God
who loves His creations would like to purpose one life form for the consumption
of another life form.
I know God to be a God of love.
I get lightweight emotional when my son
makes his toy cars crash!
But, I’m just some lady with kids.
What do
I know?
I think it’s just what nature does.
And we can get mad about it and wish it weren’t so, but ugly
exists.
It’s the reason we enjoy the bright spots so much.
We all KNOW that, but nobody wants to hear it or accept that
it’s true.
Nature ebbs and flows.
The best thing you can do is make sure you’ve got your
surfboard ready and ride the wave for as long as you can!
Don’t spend a MOMENT of your time
frustrated, sad, depressed, angry.
If the moments are all we have, then why do we throw them away?
Because, in the end, when all of our grey
hairs are counted and the wrinkles have overtaken us, we will be the
compounded result of whatever we have spent the most energy on.
Shouldn’t it be something that fulfills
your soul?
Makes you smile every day?
Makes you feel like you have purpose?
Aren’t just a cog in someone else’s wheel?
You know, some of us become slaves to
children!
Did you know that that was possible?
There’s a mother right now reading this and
wishing she can break free from slavery from her kids.
I’m praying for you, honey.
You can choose to be a slave to anything and everything.
But you can also choose freedom.
Did God create destruction or does he just allow it?
Hell, I don't know.
But, I know it's there.
It happens.
The best I can do is be the force for good.
Since I'm always either growing or dying, I choose the light.
You can choose to be a slave to anything and everything.
But you can also choose freedom.
Did God create destruction or does he just allow it?
Hell, I don't know.
But, I know it's there.
It happens.
The best I can do is be the force for good.
Since I'm always either growing or dying, I choose the light.
So, dance.
Laugh hard.
Love hard.
And most of all.
Follow the Pleasure Principle :)
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